Hey! Where's the usual modification to the forum? I've been let down! Dernit, @Misty ! First no Wonderland in site/sight, now this? Why do you do this? ;A; Why?
It forked with the wrong user. Stop throwing things at me, it's the best I could do.
Vocally, I can see this being a viable option. Whether or not Mr. Englund should or would go his full level of creepiness is debatable, as it may be too much for the character, but this is also the climax and he's the main villain. However, he has that right low, low tone with the right amount of grit. Mr. Englund is also a classically-trained with modern-thinking thespian, much like Nimoy, so you're talking a similar, developed background of established talent. It's something no one really talked about until now, but I would call it a good idea.
Spoiler Sebaleon is a something which will yet be told. He is a pony, but the logic behind his type being not-yet-mentioned is something character-specific. Also, I really did forget to put it in the first time."Just like an episode only with more imagination involved in animation" "Just like an episode... only with more imagination involved in animation" "Just like an episode..." *Sebax explodes in a burst of confetti with happiness and a sense of accomplishment* As detailed in Chapter 3, which has now been added, "Dracon" is the correct spelling. It just sounded like "Dragon" to Fluttershy. Luckily, it was only a griffon, like her old friend from that earlier episode that brings her some many good memories. Thank you, thank you thank you. Your patronage is highly appreciated! Also: Exactly! Chapter 3 has been added! This... this is actually kind of "frequent" updates, for me. I usually take much longer. Hence two other stories on Hiatus and one taking forever with drafts and an ongoing edit.
This is the first time in awhile I will grant them a point. The circus did very much abuse both Dumbo and his mother. Listed, from memory, here: Dumbo's mother is locked away for the crime of, in my subjective view, giving a brat his just desserts after the lad picked on poor Dumbo. She is locked away in an almost comically small cage and shackled with hardly any space to move. Dumbo is made a clown. They turned him into a clown. They lit a stage on fire, and put Dumbo in the way of harm for the amusement of a crowd. And then Dumbo can suddenly fly, and the circus likes that, and then everything's okay? If the viewpoint that circuses almost indefinitely abuse their animals riles someone up, please, note that was the point of "Dumbo". It didn't hold punches on how animals are treated in show business. However, I don't think they should change the ending. Or the depiction of abused animals in the movie. It's important to the story, and it's pressure like powerful story-telling that has led to veritable liberation and fair treatment. Sentiment brought change. Now. I'm a bit more concerned on whether or not they somehow find a place for these fellas and what they could very disastrously do with them if they did find a place for them. Or how are they going to replace them? They're the ones who teach Dumbo how to fly. Maybe there could be a less stereotypical portrayal. If they don't find some way, Disney'll probably be eating crow for it.
It is, indeed, Seh-backs! But Base was a good save! And Say-box was a valiant effort. I've heard worse attempts to pronounce my actual, last name in real life. No toes were stepped on. And thank you for mentioning that, despite being the only entrant, I still deserved the win I got. You didn't have to, you did, and it meant a lot to hear somebody say it. It is appreciated. I'm anxious for the Wonderland Tea Party event. I have no idea how it works, but I can't wait to know what's the extra reward I get for participating. I've been logging in almost constantly to make sure I don't miss it. xD I'm a pin fanatic, and I have to get that Wonderland pin!
Hello. I'm just getting into more than casual drawing. I'm looking into a few utilities to help improve my productivity and quality of my work. I'm buying a pencil sharpener and pencils, separate erasers, a fresh sketchbook, and there's just one little thing bugging me. I don't know if I should buy outlining pens. You see, I aim to use GIMP to save money on coloring materials. The trouble with just scanning sketches drawn with pencils is that when I use the selector tool to turn my hand-drawn outline into a vector with an Alpha Channel and then the same selector tool to create base colors, the lines don't completely connect. I get colors where I don't want them. Would Outline pens solve this? or would I be better off outlining the sketch in GIMP and color it after? To be frank, I'm better at drawing than I am at outlining in GIMP. I know how to use the tools, I just can't seem to get the lines right. Tracing, very carefully, with my hand just feels like it would be easier.
I studied at the Aldous Huxley School of Steely Glares. My mentor was Zoolander. This was neither parody, nor intentional. This is my default face. I have resting "College Professor" face. Resting "Teach" face, if you will. Spoiler: Blue Steel
"I don't know," said Helena. She showed the book to Arcane at a distance. She was far more trusting of Tria in her insanity than Helena trusted her more recent teammates. "What do you make of this?" She indicated the portion of the page that had caught her eye. It was an old book, and was coated with a semi-permanent layer of dust that refused to fly off with even a vigorous pat to the spine. She dared not to dust it off too much, lest she sneezed and torched the library altogether. "Leave the book alone. Just read it," she cautioned. "I have dust allergies and I'm a Fire-Type. Bad combo."
Pre-Release analysis! First, and foremost, I feel like this is a pretty strong point. The main cast is composed of 2 men and 3 women. These are all the voices inside of Riley's head. 2 men, and 3 Women. Meanwhile, over in Mom and Dad, it's an All-Female and All-Male line-up of identities. Whether or not this was meant, one does have to admit that children today are allowed a much wider range of emotional understanding than previous generations. Riley has a wider range of emotions than her parents, but their mindsets are still valid. It doesn't stop at the characters either. It also goes into setting. Notice how the Mom's headspace is set up. It's refined, meticulously organized, but with an almost regal air. Dad's is akin to the traditional Hollywood-esque "Mission Control" sort of deal. It seems to be greatly engineered, but at the cost of quick access to memories; there's a lack of apparent organization. He doesn't need to remember as often, because he works mostly off of instinct. How can I presume this? Because he seems to get distracted (i.e., American Football game on the Wide-Mind's Eye Screen) and his primary emotion lacks empathy and foresight. Riley seems to be a bit of both, but with her own twist. She has memories there in the headspace, but it's very open (open-minded Haha) and imaginative. She's still a kid. On the other hand, you have wisdom in the mother. Her emotions are more matured, even, and expanded past a sterotypical range. "Sadness" seems to be the head-honcho, but she doesn't seem quite sad. Anger rules the roost over in the father, and, as a result, he seems more prone to confusion and rash reaction. Something else that caught my attention: The destruction of the castle. Is the obvious destruction of a person's childhood obvious enough? I already love this movie. I feel like it's going to say some really important things.
"Thanks Strat-" He was interrupted by the approach of an individual in a white cloak. In their hands, they held the last two musical notes the Symphony of Sorcery group needed. He looked to the new figure with both agitation and an odd sense of calm. The white robe was, at once, alarming and serene. They asked a question. He had an answer. Base bowed his head. "I was already a part of this story. This world, and the other worlds, and the people I've met since. We were supposed to meet. Each of us is here... I feel... through destiny. It's meant to be." He eyed the character suspiciously. "What I don't know what's meant to be is you. I always find entrances like yours, just now, more than a little unsettling. Are you going to give us the musical notes?" He stood next to Glen, and nodded to his comrade. There was a strange power about the cloaked figure, but he wasn't going to be frightened. "Like Glen said, those music notes are needed so that the future can be set straight. I can't go into the details... but I have the weird feeling I don't have to with you..." Karina spoke, and Base dashed to her side so that she wouldn't have to support herself on either side. He supported her, opposite Stratos, and further displayed their collectivism. "So. What's it going to be?" he asked the cloaked stranger with a cool nerve.
"Is that a fact? Well... I guess I know where the next party'll be, Boneless 2."
They are actually very well known over here in the states. They've done and been done by Saturday Night Live, and our classlessest most popular internet article pushers and Youtube personalities have kind of comically villainized them as "That band that always starts off with an simple, tinkling tune that bursts into an angry banjo". Because, you know, we like humor, but we get wrapped up too much in over-simplification and we don't get the whole and more intrinsic concepts of Criticism. Screw Art for Art's own sake, cue eye roll. "Believe" is likely doing two things at the same time: displaying the sound Mumford & Sons wants to still put out, but while experimenting with a different style than they've been pegged with. Here is my favorite* Official Music Video of theirs that features (to the extent of my knowledge) American Comedians. It's the band picking on themselves, tastefully, and I can get behind that. *Favorite Music Video, but not my favorite song of theirs. That would be "Little Lion Man". It was majorly Pop Music for a little while, and one of their first hits with us in the U.S., but, for me, it connects and hits home.
"I found something..." Tria casually flipped through the pages of the first book she decided to pick up. "The information isn't right though. This was written by some fool wanting to rob Pokemon of their earnings. They make it too obvious they've never even come close to the Lost City." She slammed the book down on a table top. She was declining into a fit of agitation. Her eyes twitched, and she struggled to keep her thoughts together. Her head shook as she tried to shake off all the bad thoughts. "Why won't you just follow me?! I'm the Map Expert! I've been to the Lost City!" "Because you're inconsistent on the details?" Helena pitched in. "Tria, I tried to follow you to the Lost City, and all we wound up finding was that we went in circles a buncha times." Tria growled. Not at Helena. She just growled. Helena knew. Helena looked to Tria, she put down the book she was searching through, and she looked Tria dead in the eyes. "Hey. You. You're going to be alright. Your opinion is valid. Your experience is valid. We are trying to find somethings out so that we can have valid and educated opinions too. I'm not saying you'r wrong. I'm just saying we need to know as much as we can before we leave." There was a reason, which she left out. The reason was that so they didn't become like Tria, fighting for control of their own minds. The reason was what Tria was going through, and had been for longer than Helena had known her. The Vulpix had taken in the wandering Mightyena when the latter was ostrasized from society. She took her in, when no one else would. And secretly... she was afraid of winding up like Tria. Helena went back to her book. Tria was calming down and breathing normally. What Helena found was a benefit to the group. Her eyes went wide. "Hey! Arcane! Could you take a look at this?" she asked.
I'm just happy to be here. I have yet to participate in the Wonderland event, so I've got a lot to look forward to. Can't believe I won! The competition was soooo...soooooooo... okay, so I won by default. I came in first place out of one person. I got that going for me. The added details you wrote really cheered me up, by the way. As a generally creative person, it's nice to have my creations described by somebody else.
"Hang on, I think I got one mo' left in me, one minute." Mushu cleared his throat with a cough. "Take your time." Base had found a safe spot to recooperate. However, the remaining demon chose that instance to go for Karina and Stratos. "On second thought, some firepower now would be a great idea." "Hang on, man, I got a bug in my throat." "Mushu!" Mushu coughed and hacked. It ended in a bug shooting out of his throat. "Crickee?! How'd you get in there? You coulda died!" Mushu said as Crickee the Cricket shook himself off. "Come to think of it, I was already usin' my- hey, how'd you not di-?" "Mushu! Wrap it up, or they're dead! Get back!" Base had to jump in with a Guard. He struggled to keep the demon at bay, because no direct hit would be useful against it. "Now or never!" More desperate than ever to win, the demon was stronger than it had been before. Base couldn't hold it off for long. He gritted his teeth. "Hey, listen, I gotchoo, I gotchoo. One fireball, comin' up. Hold my Cricket," Mushu finished before releasing a powerful, finishing flame on the demon. All that remained were ashes that were caught on and were drifted off by the wind. "See? Now that was worth the wait, huh?" Mushu relaxed, fading out in a swirl of gray smoke. Crickee jumped from the palm of Base's hand and into the formed gray cloud, just as it started to blow away. It faded into mist, leaving no trace of either Mushu or Crickee. The Summon had reach the end of its term. Base remained silent for a moment. "Is she hurt? Is everyone okay?" Base knelt close down to Karina, and cast a good dosage of Cura. over her. Hopefully, that would at least wake her back up. The Cura spell spread, and affected Stratos as well. "Fast work out there. Glad to have you on the team." Base smiled and offered his hand to Stratos with a grin. He was going to stop being jealous. Instead, he was going to work just as hard, and let Stratos serve as a great example on how to be a Keyblade Warrior. (Physical Immune) Black Demon: 0/500 3/3 Mushu
Please take one look at my avatar and guess which song I almost sang for this round. That's right! Supercalifragelisticexpelidocious (Believe it or not, I spelled it right, off the top of my head. Woo! Go me, the Disney Fanatic. (Added to this, I was actually considering "Feed the Birds" as well.) But, really, I was strongly considering singing "Immortals", but it would have been embarrassing because Amethyst killed it. You know. The good, clean kind. Darkhorse D, I'm not sure how you'll take this, but, believe me, it's positive. You definitely had the right sort of "Boy Band" Singer aesthetic. It was charged, energetic, tonally superb, and, yes, the high notes (Only at the very end) were a little scratchy, but, this round, I can't look too much down on that. If you need a reason, then you didn't listen to mine. xD It's going to take a few listens to choose between you. This time will lack the play-by-play Edits I included last time. I really apologize, also, as a footnote, for how much the restroom affected my audio. It's new equipment, and I'm getting used to making it work with my surroundings. EDIT: You both sang extremely well. It came down to emotional performance. It feels somewhat unfair to put "Happy" up against "Angst", but each were the theme of each song, respectively. D did "Happy" better than Amethyst did "Angst". D gets the vote. It is wonderful to have you back in the running, Amethyst.
"I suppose so!" Base replied to Stratos on the sly. Meanwhile, he made sure Mushu had a lock on the black demon still. It had made its moves since he last landed a hit, but it was time to let Mushu let loose fire once again. "Ready!" Base said. "I am ready, baby!" "Aim?" "Light me." "Fire!" The black spectre was hit with another barrage of fiery spit balls. Mushu twirled his yellow mustache with pride. (Magic Immune) Blue Demon: 246/500 (Physical Immune) Black Demon: 306/500 Mushu: 2/3 MP: 5/9
"It's. A. Moral. Thing." Base was in the midst of struggling to keep the black demon from ripping out his throat. He had his hands grasped tight to its grimy wrists, and the experience was far from fun. It felt like touching a corpse, with the flesh cold, wet, and stiff. These, were, of course, only manifestations of darkness, but they went the full nine yards. It almost made Base wonder if these were higher grade Heartless than even the typical boss. They were forceful... that was for sure. Just as the black one was close to puncturing Base's wind pipe, he managed to wrest it from its stance. He threw it off course and sent it wheeling backwards. For good measure, Base summoned Mushu. He swung his Keyblade into the air, and in a burst of flame, Mushu came in hot to shoot the darker phantom with Spitfire. "Yeah, let's kick some fat phantom behind!" Mushu continued the onslaught of flames from Base's shoulder. "You're messing with the great and powerful Mushu, baby." The phantom target wasn't taking the attack so well. The fire hit every time it tried to recooperate, and it couldn't make any advances or retreats. Aside, something occurred to Base. "Wait, that swarm of Heartless. Where he was looking at someone's butt? Was that where he lost his arm? Because, well, you know... not the best example, Strat." (Magic Immune) Blue Demon: 316/500 (Physical Immune) Black Demon: 353/500 Mushu: 1/3 MP: 5/9
